On Horticulture and Beer Goggles
The Texas Redbud in the nursery
is an explosion of 80s fuchsia.
It’s what would happen
if a weeping willow had sex
with a crape myrtle at a rave.
The strobe lights on the night
my Texas Redbud was conceived
must have been like the paparazzi
cameras going off in shamed unison
when Princess Diana died.
How else could you explain
a weeping willow impregnated
by a pool cue resulting
in a dead stake suitable only for drunk
vampires lounging in the moonlight
on chaise lounges near the pool.
The Texas Redbud in the nursery
is an explosion of 80s fuchsia.
It’s what would happen
if a weeping willow had sex
with a crape myrtle at a rave.
The strobe lights on the night
my Texas Redbud was conceived
must have been like the paparazzi
cameras going off in shamed unison
when Princess Diana died.
How else could you explain
a weeping willow impregnated
by a pool cue resulting
in a dead stake suitable only for drunk
vampires lounging in the moonlight
on chaise lounges near the pool.
The secret of poetry is cruelty.--Jon Anderson